texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...

Dreamed I had to
kill a man. South facing, ghosts on bikes. Passing theory, hours. Shape, no
wing to bear. Lapped up, spinner turns. It was no secret. Clap your, magnetized
hands. Ambiguous. Deliver. Film remains, first page of light.

I wrote the patch
you swerve. I wrote the ending.

3.

A startled, urgency. Wave, you wane.
Pacific, sonnet. Counting lines, a soda fountain. Diary. How do you claim,
central Canada. In the prairies: tunnels, cave. The windowed past. A rain of
syntax. Breathable, hours. Invisible, by then. The west flew over, we.

Calendar, bred.
Enticements. Metaphoric, tied to posts. Wait, and then. A clutch of dirt, five
minute pavement. Stormy courtyards, run right through. They bend their, backs.
A station feat or win, defeat. Beautiful hideous. Maple stone and sun. A
female, line.

Absolute, the grey
rock. Did you sing the hymns. Asphodel, poem. Typology. A pile-up of bone.
Aghast. See everything at once, a meltdown. Categories. The future’s thorny
issue. Crisp.